You just found a...?
I couldn't believe it. I ain't exactly known as the luckiest man in the world, and yet here I was sittin' in the saloon with twenty dollars in my hand. How I came by that twenty dollars, well.. that's a story for some other time.
So there I was, sittin' in the saloon' right, and I figured, since I got this money, I'd best put it to good use. There was a perfectly good poker game goin' on and I figured ta get myself in on it. Ever since I saw Sam lose that hand at my expense, I was determined ta get that money back for him. Now, I hadn't seen Sam in a long time, ever since he and Emma got married, but I'd heard they were expectin' a baby girl and I figured maybe they could use the extra money, no matter how small the amount. And considerin' the luck I'd had comin' across that twenty dollars, I didn't see any reason not to try and get it right then. 'Course, I'd had a few drinks in me to, an' that helped.
Ya see, poker is an art and a science, and it takes a certain kind of skill. One learned over time and careful study. I've always had a mind for it, if I do say so myself. I've always been quite good at bein' able to spot a liar, and that's all poker really is. Knowin' when people are lyin' and when they aren't. Well, that and bein' a decent liar yourself.
I suppose I just happened ta be a better liar than the gentlemen that were at the table that night. I walked away with a little more than double what I'd left with and wandered into the night air happy as a calm and drunk as a skunk. I walked past the girls standing on the porch of the saloon, and even though what they tried to offer was temptin', I paid 'em no mind. I walked (even though it was probably most of a stumble if I was bein' honest) down the way, past the general store and blacksmith. I let my mind wander, trying to think of something... ANYTHING, that would make this night even better than it already had been. As I passed a dress shop, something flashed in the fire light from the street and I paused in mid step. There in the window, sat a ring. Not just any ring, though. This one was special. This was HER ring.
She was the only thing that could have made this night better. She made everything better when she was around. She understood me like no one else did, and she deserved the best. And this ring... this was HER ring. When she was ready, I'd give it to her and leave everything else behind. I'd change my name, even cut my hair... anything to keep her safe.
I made his way to the store the next day, using all the winnings plus a week's pay much to the shopkeeper's surprise. She'd never expected a man like me to afford such an extrvagant gift. It was silver, with a tiny little diamond on it. Simple, yet beautiful. Much like her. And she'll have it on her perfect finger.
Soon.
So there I was, sittin' in the saloon' right, and I figured, since I got this money, I'd best put it to good use. There was a perfectly good poker game goin' on and I figured ta get myself in on it. Ever since I saw Sam lose that hand at my expense, I was determined ta get that money back for him. Now, I hadn't seen Sam in a long time, ever since he and Emma got married, but I'd heard they were expectin' a baby girl and I figured maybe they could use the extra money, no matter how small the amount. And considerin' the luck I'd had comin' across that twenty dollars, I didn't see any reason not to try and get it right then. 'Course, I'd had a few drinks in me to, an' that helped.
Ya see, poker is an art and a science, and it takes a certain kind of skill. One learned over time and careful study. I've always had a mind for it, if I do say so myself. I've always been quite good at bein' able to spot a liar, and that's all poker really is. Knowin' when people are lyin' and when they aren't. Well, that and bein' a decent liar yourself.
I suppose I just happened ta be a better liar than the gentlemen that were at the table that night. I walked away with a little more than double what I'd left with and wandered into the night air happy as a calm and drunk as a skunk. I walked past the girls standing on the porch of the saloon, and even though what they tried to offer was temptin', I paid 'em no mind. I walked (even though it was probably most of a stumble if I was bein' honest) down the way, past the general store and blacksmith. I let my mind wander, trying to think of something... ANYTHING, that would make this night even better than it already had been. As I passed a dress shop, something flashed in the fire light from the street and I paused in mid step. There in the window, sat a ring. Not just any ring, though. This one was special. This was HER ring.
She was the only thing that could have made this night better. She made everything better when she was around. She understood me like no one else did, and she deserved the best. And this ring... this was HER ring. When she was ready, I'd give it to her and leave everything else behind. I'd change my name, even cut my hair... anything to keep her safe.
I made his way to the store the next day, using all the winnings plus a week's pay much to the shopkeeper's surprise. She'd never expected a man like me to afford such an extrvagant gift. It was silver, with a tiny little diamond on it. Simple, yet beautiful. Much like her. And she'll have it on her perfect finger.
Soon.